As time goes by, more and more monks have entered the capital, and Qihuang Town is crowded with people, and the scene is no less than the temple fair at the end of the year.

The Qihuang Valley is also crowded. The monks with a little reputation in the Great Dan Dynasty basically come from the Qihuang Valley. When they go back to the master's door to pay their respects to the teacher, it is impossible to live outside. After the guest room is full, some disciples of the younger generation have to make room and squeeze in a room with their brothers.

Although there is no purity of the past, the grand occasion of "Ten Thousand Sects Coming" still makes the disciples in the valley feel proud. No matter what, the chicken's head is better than the phoenix tail. The only disadvantage is that the heavens are not doing good, and there is a continuous spring rain. Qihuang Valley is not like a wealthy family with a sect protection formation. A group of "Immortals" and "Taoist fellows" are polite in the valley with rain, which is a bit indecent.

Wu Qingwan is the palm room of the Danyu Room. When she was learning art thirty years ago, she also came from her disciples. Among the people who came to join in the fun this time, many of them were senior sisters of her class. The reunion of old friends inevitably recalled the past, and they had not been idle these days.

At noon, Wu Qingwan finally sent away the junior sister who came to visit, and received a summon from her elder brother and left the bamboo forest with an oil paper umbrella.

Although it was raining, there were still many people who could meditate and practice among the corridors, terraces and pavilions in the valley, and some even sat in the open air in the rain.

The spiritual energy in Qihuang Valley is naturally not as good as those sects, but it is also a Feng Shui treasure land that can support the practice of thousands of people, which is much richer than outside the valley. These people cannot enter in the past, so they also take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the spiritual energy.

It is not easy to practice, and the host must also have the host's aura. Wu Qingwan naturally did not show any dissatisfaction. Occasionally, she would nod and say hello when she met her senior brother she knew.

Many seats have been built in the square in front of the hall. Under the rain, there are crowds of people. Many young monks are competing in the square, and there are elders who are giving advice.

In the same way, the practice is not entirely based on combat power, and there are also "medical immortals" who do not kill animals and save people in their lifetime; but 90% of the cultivators of the Great Dan Dynasty come from Qihuang Valley, and they are all martial arts practitioners. This time, they choose excellent disciples to go to the terrace. The only way to convince the public is to compete for combat power.

Wu Qingwan walked slowly through the side of the square, and was also looking at the young people who came here this time to see if there was anyone who could compete with Zuo Lingquan.

It’s a pity that after looking around, no one could touch Zuo Lingquan’s knees, regardless of appearance, figure, or demeanor.

Wu Qingwan was a little proud of this, but she hadn't been proud for long before she heard some disharmonious voices:

"...My cousin is so stupid. How good you learn from Lao Lu, you must come here to become a disciple. Look at these embroidered pillows, the sword is not as good as mine..."

"well……"

"Old Lu, why are you sighing? I'm saying that you taught well, don't you understand?"

"?"

...

The monks who used swords in the Great Dan Dynasty were basically from Qihuang Valley. Wu Qingwan was a little dissatisfied when she heard this. When she looked at it, she found that there were old and young people standing next to the square.

The old man was hanging his sword on his waist, wearing a hat and carrying his hands on his back; the young man was hooking his old man's neck, raising his hand and pointing his fingers.

Wu Qingwan looked at it casually, and couldn't see anything special, and didn't recognize her, so she ignored her and went straight to the main hall.

There were already many people in the main hall, all the elders from the Dadan Dynasty. The four masters of Qihuang Valley were sitting in the front; under the huge portrait opposite the gate, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, holding three incense sticks, respectfully sacrificing incense to the portrait.

When Wu Qingwan saw this person, her eyes narrowed slightly and recognized that this was Cheng Jiujiang, the head of Fushishan.

The year and time when Fushishan was established was only later than Qihuang Valley, and it was considered a sect with a long history in Dadan. However, his ancestor was a casual cultivator outside the pass, and his martial arts were inherited from sects outside the nine sects, so he was never valued by the court and monks. Fushishan was just a hill with abundant spiritual energy, and it was difficult to provide too many disciples, and the number of people remained at about 600 for many years.

Although there are few people and few resources, the contemporary leader Cheng Jiujiang is also a powerful figure. He is younger than Master Qihuang Valley at Jiazi, but his cultivation level has reached the fourth level of Ling Valley, and he is the second strongest man in the entire Great Pill.

The spiritual energy of the Great Dan Dynasty is thin. Even in Qihuang Valley, the cultivators in the middle stage of the Ling Valley practiced quickly. Generally, those who entered the Ling Valley went outside. Only a few cultivators who were neither up nor down in the palm room knew that the road was hopeless, would stay in a corner for stability.

Originally, with Cheng Jiujiang's age and cultivation, he should go out and continue to climb up, but Cheng Jiujiang is similar to the national teacher Yue Pingyang, and his ambitions are different from ordinary monks.

Yue Pingyang was born into a sect of Dadan General. On the day of his practice, he thought about "learning civil and martial arts and repaying the imperial family". He practiced until the middle of Linggu and came back to serve the country directly.

Cheng Jiujiang was "rather than be a phoenix tail". After going out for a walk, he found that the sect was born in a miscellaneous sect and could not make it. He ran back to Fushishan to be the leader. He was thinking about replacing Yue Pingyang's position and becoming the national master for a long time.

Regardless of Cheng Jiujiang's ambition, he has become the number one person in the Great Dan Dynasty. Wu Qingwan knew this reality and saw Cheng Jiujiang being there, and he felt a sudden slap in his heart. He lowered his head and walked silently to the back and sat down.

The four masters of Qihuang Valley, who were in the palm of the room, looked normal. After Cheng Jiujiang paid homage to the ancestor of Jingtai, the master Yue Heng spoke:

"President Cheng, you are not from Jingtai, so it's useless if you smell the fragrance."

Cheng Jiujiang looked gentle and looked like an ordinary official. He came to the side of the hall to take a seat and said with a smile:

"Old Yue is still so funny. Our dynasty and even the surrounding countries have been protected by the terrace. This time, the terrace is recruited by the inner door, and the spirit mountain also benefits from it. It is necessary to put on a stick of incense."

"This time, Jingtu gave three places because Qihuang Valley was in charge of the Great Dan, so that I would not have any war in Jiazi. Jingtu treated everyone equally, so Jingtu was broad-minded; Fushishan benefited from it, and Master Cheng could not forget who he had gained from it."

"Hey. I helped King Lie guard the border with Fushishan. There are many ferocious beasts, horse thieves killed in the wilderness and Gobi. It would be a bit hurtful to benefit from this word."

Cheng Jiujiang said this and looked at it in a blink of an eye:

"By the way, I've been together for several years since I left the National Master last time. Why didn't the National Master show up on such a big occasion?"

When Wu Qingwan heard this, her heart tightened.

The Master's eyes were dull: "My teacher has been in seclusion for nearly two years. I think he is at the threshold of breaking the realm. We disciples don't dare to disturb us. If you want to pay homage to your teacher, come over after you leave the customs."

Cheng Jiujiang tapped the back of the chair with his fingers, thought about it, but didn't say anything more, and said:

"In recent years, ferocious beasts have appeared frequently in the capital. I wonder if Mr. Yue has found the source? If I didn't find it, I have some research on beast control in Fushishan. Since I have come here, it's okay to do a favor."

"Master Cheng is too worried. He has to work with such a small matter. Then I, Qihuang Valley, are not worthy of establishing a sect. I just asked my mentor to give you the national teacher's robe to you, Master Cheng."

"Oh, Old Yue is the most important thing. Since the National Master was in charge of our court, he has been unable to finish his contributions for three days and three nights. Cheng has a shallow qualifications and dare not compare with him. Forget it, let's talk about the quota..."

"snort……"

...

The words and emotions in the hall were harmonious, but the confrontation continued in secret.

Wu Qingwan could see that Cheng Jiujiang was using words to test and even provoke; but the senior brothers were helpless and could only support their momentum and act without guilt.

But can this pretending to last for a day or two, and can it last for a lifetime?

As long as the master does not recover his cultivation, the Qihuang Valley will sooner or later be occupied by the magpie's nest.

Wu Qingwan believed that she was not Cheng Jiujiang's opponent, and at this time she could only secretly hope that another person who could stand alone would appear in Qihuang Valley.

While thinking about it, the sword from Changqing Mountain suddenly flashed through Wu Qingwan's mind.

"well……"

Wu Qingwan turned her head and looked at the rain curtain outside the hall, feeling a little lost in her eyes.
Chapter completed!